Bian Haolong took a deep breath, the fragrance of the four seasons plum made him very comfortable, and the performance of the surrounding onlookers made him very satisfied.

He has always deliberately maintained an upright and majestic image in front of everyone, how could he be so out of shape because of a foreign hillbilly boy? After some quick introspection, the second son once again became the proud son of the Son of Heaven.

As if he hadn't heard Teng Bao's shouting at all, he deliberately smiled and whispered: "You talk to Young Master Ben about the Fadu, in Luomei City, Young Master Ben's words are Fadu." Inevitably, others will say that I am bullying you, so let's do it, in front of so many people, Young Master Ben only uses one point of strength, as long as you can catch my three moves, I will no longer pursue today's matter, let you leave, how about it?"

Teng Bao lifted the swarthy flying tongs and held it with both hands, the posture fell in the eyes of the second prince and all the onlookers like a crop handle as vulgar and low-level, many people felt that today was really an eye-opener, Luomei City didn't know how many years had not seen such a farce.

The crop handle in the foundation building period, the flowering swordsmanship of Dacheng or the world-famous Luo Yan swordsmanship, it is like a baby facing a reckless man with a big shoulder, a round waist and five big and three thick, how can it be compared?

Three tricks, just kidding, right?

Unexpectedly, Teng Bao, who was holding a knife in both hands, responded indifferently and calmly: "Okay, I'll take you three moves, I hope you don't break your promise!"

Broken promises, jokes!

Many of the supporters of the second son almost soaked their saliva and sprayed it on Teng Bao's face, and even more, they couldn't hold back the urge to step forward and swoop this hillbilly who didn't know the height of the sky.

He dared to slander the second son, who doesn't know that the second son is true to his word and will do what he says?

"Are you ready? I'm going to make a move!" At this moment, Bian Haolong, who had taken advantage of the right time and place, was full of pride, because he found that the drunken moon fairy in the restaurant next to him was watching them.

This is a good time to get impression points in front of beautiful women, and if he doesn't know how to grasp it well, then he will not be the second son of the Bian family who has never been defeated in the love field for many years!

Teng Bao held the tongs smoothly with both hands, his eyes were blazing, and he looked at Bian Haolong without blinking, his feet slightly staggered forward and backward, and he waited intently.

Bian Haolong's heart was full of disdain, this hillbilly was completely in a posture of chopping wood, no wonder the weapon in his hand was a wood-breaking knife!

However, with the previous lesson in the restaurant, he didn't dare to slack off anymore, but he really only used one success force according to his words, the red figure moved forward like the wind, and the aura of heaven and earth within a hundred meters around was suddenly drained, and the long sword in his hand instantly opened up countless bright flowers, like a flickering spark, and went straight to Teng Bao!

"The eighth level of the flowering sword technique!"

Someone in the crowd couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice.

Seventy-two aura sword flowers were like an earth net, scattered towards Teng Bao with great speed.

In the eyes of everyone, Teng Bao's weapons are dilapidated, it seems that he can't even count the magic weapon, and the posture of holding the knife is extremely ugly and vulgar, like a crop handle, there is nothing surprising, and the cultivation is only a pitiful foundation building period, and even a distraction has not been able to breed, this time I am afraid that it will be instantly submerged by the actual ear sword flower, and the form and spirit will be destroyed.

As everyone knows, Teng Bao kicked lightly on his hind legs at this moment, and there was a strange twist in his waist, and the dark firewood knife in his hand was quickly slashed down against the seventy-two sword flowers!

Look for death, look for death!

Countless people cursed in their hearts, waiting for the next moment when the scene of the sword flower devouring everything appeared.

Unexpectedly, a scene that everyone did not expect happened.

Teng Bao's knife seemed ferocious, but it didn't have much strength at all, but it was like a black swimming snake, slippery into the flowers, and his body writhed and swung out an almost weird arc, and in an instant, all the sword flowers in the sky disappeared!

The tongs collided with Bian Haolong's long sword for the second time!

"Dang!"

Teng Bao stepped back more than a dozen steps, his face was pale, and blood was slowly dripping from the hands where he held the knife.

Bian Haolong's figure didn't even shake.

Steady as Mount Tai.

However, no one knew that the horror in his heart at this moment was like knocking over a huge cruet.

Two times in a row, without warning, this young man easily and comfortably cracked his flowering sword technique, what the hell is going on?

If this young man is a Jindan strongman who is stronger than him, he would still admit it, but this young man is clearly just an ordinary teenager in the foundation building period, how can he succeed in cracking it twice in a row?

Bian Haolong has always been proud of not his rapid cultivation, but swordsmanship, he has repeatedly competed with others in the fight, and has never been defeated.

Since the ancestor of the Bian family created the flowering sword technique inheritance, he has never heard of anyone who can crack it so easily, otherwise the flowering sword technique would not be called the second greatest sword technique in the Demon Heaven, second only to Luo Yan's sword technique.

The crowd of onlookers seemed to have stopped breathing, and no one made the slightest sound, at this moment, the atmosphere around was extremely strange, just like the miracle that happened just now.

No one expected that the second son's eighth-level flowering sword technique would suddenly disappear without warning, could it be that the second son intended to give in?

It must be like this, it must be that the second son wants to slowly humiliate this hillbilly boy, and he doesn't want to take his life with one move, right?

Most of the onlookers thought so.

On the top of the restaurant, Uncle Cai and Zuiyue glanced at each other, and they both saw a deep shock in each other's eyes!

This teenager is not simple!

Teng Bao forcibly suppressed the surging qi and blood in his body, and at that moment, although the other party only used one successful force, the difference between the two people's cultivation accumulation was too far and too big, and the swords were connected, and the huge force still almost made Teng Bao vomit blood again.

However, after successfully cracking Bian Haolong's sword moves twice, Teng Bao's confidence increased greatly.

Especially after this time just now, the mysterious feeling in his heart became clearer and clearer, but he always felt that it seemed that it was still a little bit close, and it always prevented him from breaking the last barrier!

In an instant, a trace of realization crossed his heart, could it be that the last barrier was the limit of cultivation?

After all, he is only at the end of his distraction stage of cultivation now, and the three distractions have not yet undergone a tempering, how can they delusionally dream of reaching the level of Bian Haolong in one step?

This shows the importance of cultivation.

"Go on!" Teng Bao gritted his teeth, still maintaining his original knife holding posture, and roared in a deep voice!

In any case, this boy must die today!

Bian Haolong's heart was ruthless, and suddenly, his red figure split into three, turning into three condensed shadows, surrounding Teng Bao, and slashing again!

The three figures, no matter their shape, eyebrows, or clothes, were the same as Bian Haolong, and it was as if he had turned into three people in an instant!

"Doppelganger incarnation!"

Teng Bao's heart froze, and such a thought flashed through his mind, and he suddenly understood that this was the doppelganger, which was equivalent to the doppelganger @!

And the three Bian Haolong are no longer using the flowering sword technique, but the Luo Yan sword technique.

"Willow fireworks fog!"

The move with the highest attack power in the first three of Luo Yan's swordsmanship.

In an instant, the aura of heaven and earth within a radius of three hundred meters seemed to be drained by Bian Haolong's move, and the strong sword aura hissed and rolled towards Teng Bao!

Even if you don't use a clone, people won't think that Teng Bao can catch this trick, not to mention that now Bian Haolong is three clones!

If it weren't for the fact that he only used one successful force, I am afraid that the aura within a radius of thirty miles would have been absorbed by him now!

However, even so, the powerful Luo Yan swordsmanship is still terrifying, and from a distance, you can feel the breathtaking power of the sword moves issued by the three clones!

In the restaurant, Drunken Yue's expression finally changed greatly, and the shuttle in his right hand was about to make a move, but was stopped by Uncle Cai again!

The master has made a move, only in a moment.

In the blink of an eye, the sword moves of the three doppelgangers were about to fall on Teng Bao, Teng Bao held the knife in both hands, rotated and drew a mysterious sword shadow, and shouted violently: "The wind and rain are blowing!"

This sword shadow is like an impermeable copper wall, and it just happened to block the sword attack of the three clones!

At this moment, whether it is Teng Bao or Bian Haolong's figures, they are all covered by the unwieldy mist, which makes people unable to see clearly!

People only hear a continuous series of crisp sounds of "jingle bell", and the moment the sound subsides, the situation in the field is shocking!

Teng Bao knelt on one knee, holding the firewood knife in one hand and sticking it on the ground in front of him, his clothes were full of sword holes, his face was as pale as white paper, without a trace of blood, and his other hand covered his chest, as if he was enduring the discomfort in his body, but in the end he couldn't hold it back, and spurted out three mouthfuls of blood one after another!

In an instant, his spirit became very sluggish, and people even suspected that if he hadn't held the pestle with one hand, his crumbling body would have fallen to the ground with a bang!

However, no matter how his body shook, he still refused to fall!

Only then did the onlookers understand that it seemed that the second prince did not intend to give in, otherwise, he wouldn't need the three major clones to come out together, and also use the most powerful killing move in Luo Yan's swordsmanship at the same time, right?

Only then did they notice that although the second son, who had retracted his clone and restored his original appearance, was still standing there in a chic manner, a handsome face that was originally full of moving smiles was now blue and looked particularly hideous!

This is?

People couldn't help but look at the stubborn and tenacious boy again, the boy who never fell, but they were shocked to find that the boy slowly straightened up the half-kneeling leg and stood up with the help of the wood knife on the pestle.

After experiencing such a powerful attack by Bian Haolong's second son, can he still stand up, is this kid still human?

At the same time, people were shocked, and finally saw the undisguised murderous intent in the eyes of the second young master with a hideous face!

For so many years, it is the first time that people have seen such an expression on the face of the proud son of heaven, and the image of the second son who is ingrained in the hearts of many people has begun to shake, but these are only two moves, and there is one move left, and the young man who can blow it to the ground with a cool breeze is impossible to hold on.